I'm growing my hair out, back to a chin-length bob, and I can tell it's going to be a long, ugly process. I may give up at some point soon.

I'm growing my hair out, back to a chin-length bob, and I can tell it's going to be a long, ugly process.

There's always product and barrettes.

Product is awesome. I love my pixie-ish cut (which is silver-grey), but it looks much better with product than without. Without, I look like I have dog-fur on my head. It's weird.

ION, I ordered a breakfast burrito, which was to be delivered before I got to the office. Is it here yet? No. It's 9:30 and I have NOT HAD MY BURRITO.

And I don't even know who to yell at, because it was a couple of guys doing a fundraising project. Argh!

I suppose I could eat the Thin Mints in my desk, but I really want my burrito.

This jasmine tea is super sensitive to steeping time. Much more diva-like than your average teabag, or even most of the loose tea I've used before. Took some getting used to. This morning's brew is just right.

And they're careful to state the leaves can be reused over a 24 hour period. Which means I'm carrying brewed leaves back and forth from the office. DORKY.

I keep considering getting my hair cut like Michelle Williams in this picture, but I always chicken out. [link] I need to find a stylist that I REALLY trust before I'd try something like that.

I agree short cuts always look good on flea, and that lisah has a gorgeous head of hair and it looks great on her long.

But Kat? What's with this I can't get a pixie cut yet? You look adorable with a pixie cut. AND BY THE WAY? You are not too big for the cut. I saw you last week. I know.

I am liking my hair long right now, but I suspect there's about a 50/50 chance I'll hack it off mid summer. There's some inverse relationship between my hair and my love life. When I was a young woman, my hair was always the same--very red and very long--and my dating life erratic and ever changing. Now I've been in love with the same man for 15 years or so, and instead it's my hair that I keep changing.

Barrettes fall right out of my hair. It's too fine, I think. I also look six when I try them, but maybe.

THIN MINTS. Man, we ate our Girl Scout cookies too fast this time.

I'm growing my hair out, back to a chin-length bob, and I can tell it's going to be a long, ugly process. I may give up at some point soon.

I'm in the middle of growing mine out and I hate it 6 days out of 7. But I'm determined to see how long I can get it by May and then come up with something that fits my face.

On those 6 days, barrettes, headbands, and sometimes product keep me from looking insane. When I'm working at home and know I won't be going out, it is bandana time.

OMG, barrettes. I really need short hair, but I miss barrettes. For a while, I considered growing out just enough of the front that I could pin it back.

Then I grew up and needed a job and shit.

But barrettes! I am so jealous.

Then again, the feel of wind in my stubble is pretty damned sweet.

When I was about a year old, my hair was pretty much still like yours, ita. My mom taped bows to my head, apparently. Go, mom.

I actually love my hair super short. I had it around two inches all over at one point, and just ruffled it with product. But I miss being able to *do* something with it.

And I caught part of Unfaithful on cable again, in which Diane Lane has my dream hair, and my dream everything. Bitch.